My folks weren't much for giving me sweets as a kid, but one Easter, my dad presented me with an enormous chocolate egg. It was the size of a very large potato, a deadly solid wodge of chewy, unctuous caramel & pecans. It was coated in half an inch of milk chocolate & encrusted with livid purple & green royal icing. I thought I'd died & gone to heaven, & promptly ate the entire thing. A few hours later, it was clear I'd dodged the heaven bit & was firmly mired in the dying part...

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